[Regular blogging will resume. Note at the bottom of the post.]
Mimi, with her own blog, sporting a cute profile pic of herself, rings in; comment on my last macho hang gliding post, complete with Led Zep “Whole Lotta Love” music and women (that’s plural) “you need me.”
Umm…that hang-gliding is so badass. I’d love to know a little bit more about what it’s like — how does one learn?
Pfft, paleo shmaleo. People who sit around all day every day reading paleo articles are likely not getting any fitter or healthier. You’re living, and living well. That’s awesome
Sorry, Mimi. See, you’re a girl and my previous posts are just about my manhood self consciousness in the face of a looming mid-life crisis.
Don’t pay any attention at all to these hot chick Fly Girls.
Count the phallic symbolism in that one. Oh yea!
Or, check out to this overly dark & reflective one. She’s way too artsy fartsy to fly a hang glider anyway. You know chicks like that, and they certainly don’t have a secret life of flying.
Should you really have an interest in pursuing something as ill-advised as this, then go to the United States Hang Gliding and Paragliding Association website, call a local school using a man’s voice, and go from there. Don’t get interested in paragliders. You already wear panties (inside joke: we call them pantie pilots and they call us plumbers, and worse).
Alright, you may consider this a stub. I’d intended to get back to regular scheduling and have no less than two posts in draft, one about Matesz and his totally bizarre behavior, and one about Taubes, as already mentioned. But before I go, Mimi did mention about hang gliding being “so badass,” so here’s my touchstone for that, to Muse.